This afternoon, after wandering the medina (I correctly gauged my location after following an unknown alleyway, which is happening more and more) and buying some post cards, a pomegranate (about 18 cents) and an interesting looking pastry, I was standing at a corner talking to my friend Megan. We thought we were just saying goodbye, but we ended up standing there for about ten minutes, at which point, a shopkeeper came out with two stools and told us to sit down. So we sat on the street corner and watched people pass (a nice role reversal, to be the watcher instead of the watched). We said hi to our confused friends, my neighbors, and all the neighborhood kids. One little boy who lives on my street came and gave Megan a gummy candy, insisting that she put the entire thing in her mouth and stick it out like a tongue.
Oh, and for my street harassment highlight of the day: a man tried to talk to Megan and I in French, but we ignored him. However, that didn’t seem to cramp his style. He kept walking, first trying to get the attention of a Moroccan girl, then greeting another (who was only five!) and finally snagging some grapes from a vendor as he passed.
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